Maybe I listen to too many Dateline podcasts on my commute to work. They’re kind of addictive. But I don’t listen to stuff about serial killers or other kinds of horror. I find these spousal murders most interesting and really perplexing. Many of them are committed by the wives. There are a lot of things that can get by you in life, but the fact that your spouse wants to murder you and is capable of doing it?!? That’s a pretty big matzo ball sitting in your bowl not to notice. On the other hand, maybe they did the same thing I’m doing: betting my life she wouldn’t. And if she would and could? Well, stick a fork in me then. Take the case of Miriam Helmick: she’s in the car in the parking lot of his business and she makes some excuse to check something in the trunk. Then she says she forgot something and goes inside. A minute later he notices his car is on fire and it’s obvious she stuck a makeshift wick in the gas tank. Police know it but he’s not convinced it was her and on they go with their lives. A few months later she tries to get away with shooting him dead and making it look like a burglary. And this guy was no dummy according to his profession, friends and family. He was successful. How did it get by him? And just once out of all the dozens and hundreds of convicted murderers, I’d like one to say later, after they’re convicted, “ok. You got me. I did it.” They all, every single one, go on screaming innocence to the end. It’s really is hard to find an honest murderer these days.